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			<title>Dear Daddy</title>
			<description>a poem I wrote for my best friend to give to her father...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/471158/</link>
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			<title>Stepping Stones to the Graveyard</title>
			<description>I sit here shaking,wonder if she's alright,because I know things,I know the pain she feels,more than just the black eye,and I can hear her screams,as I try not to cry,because how could I forget,when everytime I&amp;nbsp;close my eyes I&amp;nbsp;see him throw her to the ground,and so tell m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/471046/</link>
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			<title>More Than A Feeling? Because Feelings Kill...</title>
			<description>the second chapter to the novel in which I call life </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469849/</link>
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			<title>Letter To Grace</title>
			<description>Graceful and clumsy,beautiful she is,and every bone in her body is screaming it,the nauseas feeling I get when I dial the 7th number,perhaps that's my favorite part,no,my favorite part is the loss of breath,the way she has the ability to make it so hard to breathe,and the way I can't..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469844/</link>
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			<title>Screaming</title>
			<description>no more focus as i lie awake,thoughts screaming,clawing at my head and heart,so much pain,so many tears,only fake smiles,able to appear,close my eyes,replay the scenes,looking for a moment when I was happy,more that momentarily,no chance of relief,as strips of pain stream dow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469543/</link>
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			<title>Divine at the 23rd Hour</title>
			<description>There are so many words in so many languages,but I'm still yet to find one,to describe the way I feel about you,and tell me,do you see it love,when you look in the mirror,do you see the beauty staring back at you,and are you aware of your capability to stop my heart,or how shiver end..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469541/</link>
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			<title>Cinema of Pain</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;sit here alone,in this old theater,the screen is black but slowly turns,on the wall an imagine appears,I recognize it as a young girl I use to know,she smiles and has a subtle shimmer in her eyes,the child seemed familiar,my hand sub-conciously raises to my face as tears beginni..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469504/</link>
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			<title>How It Began</title>
			<description>the first chapter to the heart-breaking and soul-piercing non-fiction story I'm writing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469500/</link>
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			<title>Lullaby to Liz</title>
			<description>a book about my personal experience of my best friend's suicide</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469347/</link>
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			<title>Lightening</title>
			<description>a memory of an old friend *sigh*</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469340/</link>
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			<title>911; I'm in love with you</title>
			<description>It's unbelievably amazing how everything you say,seems to subtly bow me away,and you've got me sitting here,shaking so violently,because every word you say sends shivers down my spine,and it feels like someone has kicked me in the ribs,but I've wanted this - no wait, I take that back -..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469335/</link>
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			<title>It Is</title>
			<description>It's the way her eyes are green with a subtle ring of brown and stripes of blue around the edges,and it's the sound in her voice that whispers &amp;quot;I'm here for you&amp;quot; even when she says nothing at all,It's the light I can see in her smile when I catch her looking at me from across the room,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27/469332/</link>
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